[DeepL Translation - needs review] The man I loved is dead. He died with a girl who was not me. After that, I could only sleep at the door. I was bitter, sad, crying, screaming,...... and thought I would never be able to smile again. A year or so after he died I started seeing another boy. I sent him off saying I would wait for him, but I didn't. Because I had to live. A painfully pure love story about the quiet love and forgiveness that comes after deep sorrow.
(Translator: DeepL)
